A dear bro of mine recently attended the wedding of his best friend’s mother and the unthinkable happened: he cried. As you already know, there are a few occasions where a bro is permitted to shed a tear, like when your favorite suit goes out of style, or during the final scene of “Field of Dreams, or the entire week leading up to Bob Barker’s retirement. Normally, I’d consider open-weeping a mockable and unforgivable offense. However, knowing the total awesomeness of this particular bro, I’d like to take a moment and examine the source of the sorrow: the groom’s self-penned song to his bride.